Death as Death by Laura Riding To conceive death as death Is difficulty come by easily, A blankness fallen among Images of understanding, Death like a quick cold hand On the hot slow head of suicide. So it is come by easily For one instant. Then again furnaces Roar in the ears, then again hell revolves, And the elastic eye holds paradise At visible length from blindness, And dazedly the body echoes ‘Like this, like this, like nothing else.' Like nothing––a similarity Without resemblance. The prophetic eye, Closing upon difficulty, Opens upon comparison, Halving the actuality As a gift too plain, for which Gratitude has no language, Foresight no vision. ---